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365/365 – THE LAST STORY

Word Count: 314 The first word of the last story I write will have to fly like the non-random darting bows of a bat, sensitive as sonar to wring empathy quick and flowing with relative response from its readers. The … Continue reading

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356/365 – WITH AGE COME THE GRACES

Word Count: 260 The ten commandments shouldn’t kick in until one has reached the age of maturity and things come more naturally. I don’t covet my neighbor’s house; who’d want to clean nine rooms and three bathrooms? I no longer … Continue reading

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355/365 – FREEDOM

Word Count: 262 So now I have it, the freedom to take trips, to sleep on the couch all night if I want to, the ice cream for dinner and leftover pizza for breakfast and candy for lunch. All the … Continue reading

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354/365 – BLACK HOLES

Word Count: 325 They say it gets easier; it doesn’t. After all the clutter of paperwork, licenses, filings, cancellations, name changes on forms, all his clothing is cleaned and bagged for the Salvation Army, after the busyness of doing all … Continue reading

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353/365 – DEATH OF VOICE

Word Count: 142 My voice is still sleeping. It does not like these odd hours I keep. It roars in outrage and adamant insistence, wears itself out as it beats on my tongue. Age has given it strength but lessened … Continue reading

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351/365 – PEOPLE

Word Count: 200 Some people build a house in your heart and some people pass through your mind, maybe knocking on doors, sitting in for a long conversation, or streaking naked through the outer edges, leaving starbursts like synapses going … Continue reading

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349/365 – SUMMER NIGHT

Word Count: 359 The summer night is so warm. And quiet. The backyard rolls away into the darkness of black trees. The pool sits like a cupcake, luring me to its cool icing and I crush out my cigarette, leave … Continue reading

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348/365 – THIEF

Word Count: 281 I probably could just tell her the truth, about losing my job, not about stealing. She’d be furious at the first. But she’d likely leave me over the second. The holidays are nearly here and I just … Continue reading

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346/365 – MY FATHER

Word Count: 683 When I think of my father I think of him tucking me into bed, in the old house, an apartment above my grandfather, his father. A hard candy slipped between lips in a goodnight kiss even as the … Continue reading

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345/365 – TO WALK THROUGH THE YEARS

Word Count: 241 I’ve walked through the bright crunch of autumn, kicking up leaves in a swirl. I’ve felt the warm earth pierced by spring growth. I’ve lain on the soft green grass and watched clouds puff their way across … Continue reading

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